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Hu Gong had heard both sides of the conversation. A
couple of female interns had listened in on the call as well. Hu Gong couldn’t
believe that the Premier would let a bunch of twenty something interns listen
in on an important state call.
    The rant
still hadn’t ended. Unlike the politician throwing the tantrum, he was an
intelligence dude. Guys like him always knew more, always had an upper hand in
any conversation, and almost always outlived their premiers. Bush Sr., Beria,
well almost, Andropov and a long line of Pakistani presidents had all proved
that being an intelligence chief was the best place to chart a Presidency.
Perhaps he would be the first good one.
    “Premier,
relax.”
    The
premier wasn’t listening or relaxing. Just give it a rest already, thought Gong.
What was it with these adult children? Anna Petrova was barely 40, and his own moron
premier was 42. There was no subtlety in threats and counter threats these days.
The Russian President had almost openly admitted to being involved in the
Guangdong train incident. Both would have failed Presidency 101.
    “How can I
relax? Turn around our ICBMs… turn around the ones aimed at Indianapolis,
Denver and Seattle… point them at Moscow. Right now.”
    Gong tried
again, “Or maybe it’s that time of the month for Anna… you know cycles…”
    The stunned
Chinese Premier stopped and turned around. He looked intensely at his head of
counter intelligence. The female interns gasped in horror.
    Hu Gong thought
he heard Katy Perry in the background… was it ‘Firework’. Yep… one of the
darned interns was fiddling with her iPod. But he plodded on, “Or maybe you
know, she is quite pretty, almost in a Nicole Kidman way, her boyfriend probably
dumped her. Heartbreak?”
    Premier
Xiannian was seething, “Time of the month? What kind of comment is that? It’s
probably the worst thing you can say about a woman. Whats with you old party
boys? Time of the month, really?”
    It was Gong’s
turn to lose it, “Turning away our missiles is probably the dumbest thing a
Chinese President could do. Nukes aren’t play things.”
    “Huh? So
what do you propose? Get her to see a psychologist about her bad break up?”
    “See… now
we are thinking… that might actually work. I will add it to our arsenal of
offensive initiatives. Great… maybe we could recruit one of Moscow’s
psychologists… or maybe a Chinese citizen of Russian ethnicity… we could train
him… or her…”
    Gong
actually took out a small notepad and began scribbling his brain fart. He made
a big show of his ballpoint pen not working and jerked it around for a while. It
took him 45 to get it all down. Luckily, by then, some sort of sanity had returned
to the Premier’s office.
    The Premier
motioned the interns to get out.
     
     
     
    “Ok so what’s
the Russian motive here? Why are they suddenly cuddling with the Japanese and
Germans? Who, right now are threatening a new set of sanctions against Russia?”
    “Well it’s
a classic cry for help,” replied the smug Hu Gong.
    “So you
are certified physiologist now? First with the love theory and now this… I think
I need a drink.” Premier Xiannian opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a
bottle of Maker’s Mark and two glasses.
    Gong
began, “Don’t you see, we shouldn’t have voted against them on Ukraine… Crimea.”
    “But we
didn’t. We abstained at the UN vote.”
    “Exactly.
What do you think, ‘you are either a friend of the Federation or not’ means?
Plus that gas pipeline.”
    “But we
can’t just sit down and take this Russian shit. I will look weak to the
Politburo. We need to retaliate.”
    “I know, I
know. I found something from Anna Petrova’s past in Volgograd.”
    “What?”
    “Pictures.”
    “Huh?”
    “Oooh
yeah. Trust me, they are not shots of her saluting the Mamayev Kurgan.”
    “Mama what?
Wait is that code for dirty pictures? Come on Hu…”
    “No
Premier, not dirty pictures. I will let